Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“Now that I think about it, she definitely does,” I say trying to keep from outright laughing at the image that gives me.
“Laugh if you want to, but she’s normally a good car, but I know she doesn’t look like it.”
“I’ll take your word for it. Do you have Triple-A?”
“No,” she says laughing. “There are plenty of tow trucks in this town.”
I make the decision to get it towed and repaired properly since she seems to love that car. I pull into the driveway at her house and hop out to help her down, walking her to the front door.
“Home, safe and sound,” I say.
“Thank you for the ride. Would you like to come in for coffee, maybe?” she asks nervously, sending me a hungry look.
“Coffee sounds great,” I reply. “Stay right there, I’ll open your door.” She smiles prettily and blushes slightly. I get out of the truck and make my way around the truck. When I get to her door, I open it then help her out letting her soft body slide down mine. She bites her lip looking up into my eyes. Fuck, I feel like she can see into my soul with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers. I reluctantly pull back then follow her inside the house. I keep picturing those legs wrapped around my head as fuck her sweet pussy with my tongue. I was going to do the decent thing and take my time with her but watching her bend over the sink to fill the coffee pot, I know that won't be possible. Her thick, juicy ass is displayed in a tight pair of leather pants. They showcase her thick thighs. Her tits are looking snug in a sleeveless leather corset contraption. She has been teasing me all day. “On second thought, I don’t need coffee, Eleanor,” I say coming up behind her until my chest is almost touching her back. She stills but doesn’t pull away from me.
“I have other things if you’d like,” she says looking over her shoulder at me and biting that plump bottom lip. Fuck, that bottom lip is going to be the death of me.
“Like what?” I ask running my nose down her neck. She smells like sunshine and something uniquely her. Her shiver tells me she wants this just as much as I do.
“Soda, um… tea... milk…,” she says trailing off as I place open mouth kisses on her pulse point. Under my lips, I can feel it racing.
“That’s not exactly what I meant, chérie,” I rasp. My voice is thicker than it ever has been.
“Oh,” she gasps as I turn her to face me. I am less than gentle about it, but she melts in my arms. Then my lips take hers and suddenly all's right with the world. I tease her bottom lip. My tongue making her gasp in response. I take the opportunity to plunge it into her mouth exploring her there. She moans and her hands go around my shoulders pulling me closer. My hands freely roam her curves and my cock is running the show, but this is all about her. Shoving my fingers in her hair, I pull her head back, exposing the long column of neck.
"I have to taste you, Eleanor. I haven't stopped thinking about you." I growl lightly nipping her neck she moans again a little louder than before.
"You have?" she asks breathlessly.
"How could I not? Not only are you gorgeous beyond belief, but you're sweet as hell, and you cook."
"You think I'm gorgeous?" Her eyes widen.
"Yes," I say kissing her again. "I do."
"Mmm… I like your kisses," she moans.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," I promise. With one more kiss, I lift her up and place her on the island.
"What are you doing?" she gasps out.
"Tasting what's mine."
"Yours? I like that you didn't ask permission. You're pretty sexy yourself, Mr. Yum." she grins.
Grinning, I pull her pants down her legs. Her lacy black panties are soaked through and I can’t help lightly running my finger over her lace-clad pussy. She moans and arches into my touch. I am surprised to see a bright turquoise and navy mandala tattooed on her thigh. It's tasteful and pretty. Her black t-shirt, that says Palais de Plaisance in hot pink comes off easily. Her panties match her lace black bra. They spill out of the top. I know that they are going to be more than a handful. Freeing them, I pull her bra down her arms then throw it behind me. I stop for a moment and just stare at her, she blushes and tries to look away, but I stop her.
"Don't look away from me, Eleanor."
"No one has ever seen me like this. Despite what I do, I have never done this before," she says shier than I have heard her speak before.